The Truth Unfolds Lana’s POV I sat in the living room, the weight of everything pressing down on me like a heavy blanket. My mind spun with all the revelations from the past few days—Leo’s betrayal, Sarah’s twisted games, and the danger we were all in. It felt like the walls were closing in on me, and I had no idea who to trust anymore. Donovan stood by the window, his face unreadable as he stared out into the night. The silence between us was thick, and I knew there was more he hadn’t told me yet. I could feel it in the air, a tension that seemed to tighten with every passing second. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and strained. "Lana, there’s something I need to tell you. Something I should have told you a long time ago." I looked up at him, my heart pounding. "What is it, Donovan? I don’t think I can handle any more surprises." He turned to face me, his eyes filled with a mix of guilt and determination. "Remember when we thought I couldn’t have children? When we believed I w
TRIAL Lana’s POV I woke up to an empty silence. The weight of my thoughts crushed me, making it hard to breathe. My chest felt heavy like a boulder was sitting on it, suffocating me. I couldn't shake off the feeling of sadness and hopelessness that had become my constant companion. The one thing I desired most in life, the one thing that seemed to come so effortlessly to others, was the one thing I couldn't have - children.I blamed myself for this predicament. Why was I born with a faulty body? Why was I cursed with infertility? The questions swirled in my head like a vortex, pulling me down into the long depths of sorrow. I felt like a failure like I was less of a woman because I couldn't perform the one function that was expected of me.While I lay there in bed, tears began to fall, streaming down my face like rain and uncontrollably. I had imagined what it would be like to hold a tiny hand in mine, to feel a small kick in my belly, to see a miniature version of Donovan and me ru
THE BETRAYAL Lana’s POV “Selfish!” “A selfish ingrate!”“That’s what you are!”These were the words of the man whom I have dedicated all my life to. He had suddenly proven to me that indeed, only a change is constant in life. If I was told that a day like this would ever come, trust me I would even go as far as locking up the speaker in jail for trying to ruin my happiness.Today made it the third week he returned from the hospital and since then things moved from better to worse. He barely acknowledges me, if he does, that’s because he wants to call me names and curse me out for something out of my control.Yes, he changed totally, like… overnight. I had tried to speak to him about it but each time I did he brushed it off with the same words; “This discussion is fruitless… just like you are.” And nothing hurts me so much more than that. It’s like he knew my weak point so well and now he uses it to his advantage.The comment the doctor made in the background on the phone some time
THE DIVORCE Lana’s POV “What do you think you’re doing?!” I yelled in anger, my heart thumping heavily in my chest.“What… does it look like?” He answered, his attention solely focused on the stranger he brought into our matrimonial home. He guided her steps and had her sit comfortably on the bed… our bed!“Donovan, I need an explanation for this!” I yelled again, putting up the files in his face, and deciding to revisit the presence of the stranger later on.I mean, I was going crazy and I was dying for a response… an explanation in fact. I wouldn’t dare to entertain any distractions else I would be throwing a fit.He was about to unbutton his shirt when he caught sight of the files in his face. Disgusting. He didn’t even care about my presence at all. How really disgusting.“Oh,” he mouthed, turning to face me. “You found them,”Huh? What?“I found them?!” I batted my eyes, finding his comment ridiculous and unbelievable. How could he give such a response?“Okay, you found them,
THE RETURN Lana’s POVFifteen Years Later…I stepped out of the sleek black car and onto the scorching asphalt with the sun beating down on me nonstop. My driver, Jenkins, swiftly appeared by my side, holding a black umbrella above my head, shielding me from the harsh rays. I was dressed in a sophisticated black ensemble that screamed luxury and poise. My fitted black dress hugged my curves making the silk fabric rustle softly as I moved. A pair of high heels clicked on the pavement as I walked, making their sharp sound echo through the sober atmosphere. A delicate silver necklace also adorned my neck, showing off my taste.While I walked towards the gravesite, I noticed the diverse crowd gathered before me. People from all walks of life had come to pay their respects with their long faces whether genuinely sad or not. I spotted business associates, friends, and family members, all united in their grief.My eyes fixed on the grave, and I felt a lump form in my throat. I gently dropp
My ex-husband has a son Lana's POV Mother? The voice echoed in my mind as I realized reuniting with my child. The same child I now recognized bore the traits and characteristics of my offspring; it could not be a mere coincidence. Raising my eyebrows at the individuals the child referred to as parents sent a chill down my spine; it was simply unbelievable. "Did you call her mother?" I inquired of the child, who nodded affirmatively, a remarkably intelligent and handsome boy. "Yes, she is my mother, and this is my father," he indicated towards Donovan, who stood weakly, gazing at us with eyes that appeared weary and filled with unshed tears. Perhaps he was regretting his decision to leave me, or he was simply astonished to see me after five years of separation. "Oh! Your parents?" I posed the question, and in that instant, the same woman who had contributed to the dissolution of my family rushed towards us, embracing the child. "Sweetheart, Mother is here, okay?" she murmured, st
I still want Lana Donovan's POV I took hold of the vodka cup and poured five shots into my glass, the strong scent wafting from my mouth. A gasp escaped me as I continued to consume one shot after another until a pounding headache set in, a consequence of my excessive drinking. I struggled to focus on the surrounding clarity, but it offered little relief. "Donovan, what is driving you to drink?" Sarah queried, her gaze fixed on me as she forcefully snatched the vodka glass from my hands, nearly causing me to feel faint. Anger boiled within me at this action. "I do not require your assistance, woman; I desire solitude," I retorted, reaching for another glass to pour more vodka. However, she swiftly swept her hand across the bar, sending the entire drink shattering to the floor. "Do not feign indifference with me; I know you are pining for her, Donovan. Just admit that her wealth is driving you to distraction," she shouted. “Whose wealth is in question? Were you truly unaware o
The conference Lana's povAs I settled into my seat, my fingers rhythmically tapping on the table with a sense of urgency, I observed the boardroom filled with intellectual men prepared to negotiate contracts with me. Rising from my chair, I placed my hands on the table to address those present. I scanned the room, searching for the familiar face of my ex-husband, who had expressed interest in collaborating with my company but was notably absent. I scoffed, adjusting my necklace and bracelets. "Mr. Jan, please have the staff bring in the coffee; I believe everyone would appreciate a refreshment before we commence our discussions," I suggested, smiling as they nodded in agreement."Yes, Mrs. Lana, the arrangements have been made and are awaiting your approval," he replied graciously, prompting a smirk from me as I adjusted my bracelet. "Let her serve the coffee, Mr. Jan..." I trailed off as a group of latecomers entered. "Donavon, what on earth is he wearing?" I muttered under my bre